Sprouting Sticks

A few weeks ago the kids were climbing a tree in the neighborhood. When they climbed a bit too high and got onto branches that weren't firm enough to hold their weight, they broke a couple branches. We took the branches home, dug a couple holes in the front yard, and planted them. And you know what? One of those bad boys up and spouted on us:

If it grows up, it should produce flowers like these. I guess that's what it means to live in the tropics, eh?